A poem a day until my fortieth birthday.

157 – Donald Trump’s A Fuckwit

Poem number 157
.Donald Trump’s A Fuckwit
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Donald Trump’s a fuckwit
He has but half a mind
His head is full of bullshit
Of the total fuckwit kind
He’s such a fucking fuckwit
But he’ll probably win the race
And sit there in the White House
With his stupid fuckwit face
Donald you’re a fuckwit
And you’ll always be the same
Such a fucking fuckwit
Fuckwit Donald, that’s your name.